propped up in my soft cotton bed, a solitary hummingbird sipping nectar from tropical salvia just beyond the window...it's sunday morning, i am quiet. my dear friend dean harmison is a wizard in so many ways, but easiest to convey this morning is his way with a camera lens. i have always loved images of leaves on water; i sometimes float leaves in shallow containers to achieve the same visual depth of serenity in my space. my mind sometimes ventures to my to-do list, but i gently guide it back to just being right here, right now.
the hum of the air conditioner, the infrequent sighs from Bhakti, or Girlie, as she is most often known around the shop, punctuate the otherwise city-silence that surrounds me.
i imagine sitting, looking across a pond as a single leaf falls from the tree above. it glides to the surface of the water and takes a slow, leisurely ride. such is life...a ride, be it slow and leisurely or more like a torrent. as the leaf takes to the watery ride beneath, with no resistance, today i take to the day, likewise with no resistance. at least that is my intention for the day, the rest i leave up to God.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
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